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Radio · Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards

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℗ 2019 Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards

Released on: 2019-10-26

Johnny Manchild and The Poor Bastards - Radio

produced by xy1va

“i hate the man that i’ve become” hopefully i’ll have better luck as a girl

i bet you would, wouldn't you? (with imar)

The Valencia EP ©2017 Johnny Manchild LLC Un/Urban LLC
Recorded by Bryce Zabric at the Music Group
Music and Lyrics by Johnny Manchild
Special Thanks to Olivia Bicknell, Andrea Annese, and everybody else who helped make this EP a reality. 
Made with love in Oklahoma.

Stream on Spotify

Valencia

The final release from Sushi Chefs Never Die. Thank you all for your support, God bless you all.

-Mike & Marcos

Not Quite Sincere

It's Cold as fuck outside
My windows frozen tight
Not going out tonight
Warm by the fireside
My stocking's full of coal
It burns and warms my soul
I'm feeling wonderful
Bundled up from the cold

Prying out the antlers from my grill
Pray that Santa can forgive, but I don't think he ever will

Not one for Christmas spirit, and I don't wanna hear it
My skin hurts all the time, and I'm sick everyday
This weather's unforgiving, and I don't feel like giving
Starbucks a ten to hear the latest hits from Buble.... 

Oh everyday, I hear them say
The holiday is on its way
Oh everyday, to my dismay
It's cold and grey, and I'm locked away

Cause it's cold as fuck outside

It's Cold As Fuck Outside

Must be a target on my back
They take aim with such finesse, they draw the string and let it snap
You'd think I drew it on my self
For the circles outline parts that I don't show nobody else
I made an enemy today
back and forth a constant bicker over what I do and say
It seems that I just can't agree
with the version of myself I keep around for company

Can anyone tell me why
I never give up
Trying to break myself away from all these things I've come to love
It's all in my mind

I guess I never really tried
to start a dialogue, to make a bridge for you and I
Is it a possibility
I'm narcissistic thinking I could be a better me than me
I always try to best myself
So defeated in my losses, never reaching out for help
A self sustaining war
I fight til I can't stand it, end up drinking on the floor

It's never been easy for me, to deliberate sides
Choosing the better of two evils, what's the good in even trying

It's all in my mind

All In My Mind

Last Surprise

So long Tramadol, We knew you well
Slow crawl above it all, how we fell
Three little lines, a kiss goodbye, never again
Oh my sweet dependency, this is the end

Bitter drips of happiness, it overwhelms
Let me go and take control, your hands at the helm
We never liked to talk about our little crimes
To you, my sweet, goodnight
Hold my head upright

It just ain't sane, keepin you around
Sit and drown, without a sound
I can't hang around this place no more
You wear me out, you bring me down
Just stay awake, until the morning comes

Rings of light and narrow sight, take a seat
It's best to keep the music loud and tap our feet
Lay your head and wake up dead, tonight we stay alive
Dance our way through death and daze, and maybe we survive

Everything is different when you're waiting for the light
Make it through the night with you and then I'll hold you tight
But when my gut is empty and my vision is renewed
I'll walk away from you
I will not die with you

It just ain't sane, keepin you around
Sit and drown, without a sound
I can't hang around this place no more
You wear me out, you bring me down
Just stay awake, until the morning comes

Stay Awake

I don't wanna be here anymore, eyes on the floor
Watching dust collect upon the metal of the vents and
Insects marching diligent to enter where they can
I wanna be just like them, another ant
With one persisting drive to find a better source of sustenance
I always find myself pursuing all the things that drag me further down

One more round of apathy for now
Just to help me push it all back down

I'm back down, eyes blacked out, can it pass now
I'm counting sheep to fall asleep but they surround
Now the teeth begin to gnash and tear away
I am left to wither down
My own mind is beating back time again, forever
Stuck inside this thought that I can't seem to figure out another
Narrative reduced to monochrome and I can't seem to hear the sound

One more girl to kill it all away
Just one night and everything's okay

And in the morning I can tighten up, clean it up
Forget my worries and I'll brighten up, I'm on top
I know my mind has just been out of line
I'll see the sun and I know I'll be fine
And in the evening I can see my friends
I'll come around and wear a smile again
And I won't let it go away this time
No I won't let it wash away this time....
Right?

In The Morning

Music for Sad People

Alright

Newest addition to our "Songs for the Undead" collection. More art and info here:
http://www.nomorekings.com/music/songs-for-the-undead/the-living-dead/

"The Living Dead" Lyrics

The living dead
Are keeping me up at night
They’re hanging around outside
They’re probably mad they’ve died
The living dead
Are gathering in the streets
I’m buried beneath my sheets
They’re making it hard to sleep

I hear them shuffle in the crowd
But do they have to be so loud
It seems to me that all their life
Was spent being noisy
And now they get to do it twice
Just to annoy me

Scratching, scraping, groans they’re making
My head is aching now
Claws are raking, walls are shaking
And they’re breaking down
Nerves are quaking, no mistaking,
Here I’ll stake my ground

All night long they’re moaning
In their tattered clothing
And the horde is growing

The Living Dead

"Rapture Waltz"  STREAMING EVERYWHERE 
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Johnny Manchild and the Poor Bastards is an American multi-genre ensemble founded by Johnny Manchild (composition, production, vocals, keys). Since its founding in 2016, the band took the internet by storm, with a unique conundrum of jazz idioms, ska, alt-rock, world music, and funk that prompted even Anthony Fantano himself (known as “The Only Music Critic Who Matters” by the NYT) ask “what gives them the right to be this good? ”

The Bastards have since answered that question, drawing from a dedicated and thriving fanbase that is bound together by a deep love of music, lyricism, engineering and sonic exploration. From their hometown of Oklahoma City to the global stage, each release has been a marked discovery not just for the fans, but the Poor Bastards themselves. 

With 25+ million streams, 4 albums, and new sonic horizons to be crossed, the Poor Bastards have morphed into a collective of sorts with as many as 10 collaborators (affectionately “Bastards”) in regular rotation, with Johnny Manchild at the helm. 

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All In My Mind

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